When A Guy Decides To Cheat!

6 YEARS LATER

I’m clubbing and using all the steps I had previously practiced in front of my mirror and someone taps me on the shoulder. Now, just like in Hollywood flicks, the taps were in slow motion: tap . . . tap  . . . tap.  I turn around and who do I see but Justin, the Bond chick! She had grown into a playmate and she looked like she could be edible even on a pinup poster. Every detail was in check, right up to the lip-gloss. Those lips could make a guy ‘move mountains’ just as Usher sang. What followed was a full-fledged sinful hug! You know the type with full contact that make your heartbeats synchronize.

THE NEXT DAY

I’m at work and my phone rings and it’s Justin on the line. Girls really don’t waste time these days! Damn! “So what’s up with that chic of yours? She better chill out cuz if I wanted you I could have you just like that!” (She snaps her fingers.) I felt like a piece of meat. Now I was true to my girl and made sure I didn’t call Justin back . . . but the memory of her well sculpted . . . anatomy, was like flash bulbs exploding in front of my eyes! Did I mention she was FIT?

THE CONFESSION

Okay, the devil made me do it. I was bored one day when my girl was away and my fingers suddenly dialed her number while I wasn’t paying attention. How was I to know she would suggest coming over within the hour! I mean, do girls really do this? So we’re sitting watching TV, chilling and eating pizza. Now you see, at this point in time, I was calculating every second, trying to decide on the right time to put on my bedroom eyes. Just before I could twitch my eyes into position, she goes, “Do you have a condom?” What! Hell no! I’m in shock! Come on, I was supposed to make the first move here! Feeling like a schoolboy I answered “Yes” and then she said, “Go get it.”  I stood up and just as I was about to dash for the room my mind kicked into action and refused to obey me. But her next few words shocked me into submission: “I have thought about this for a while and couldn’t get it out of my head—so please don’t spoil the mood and make me change my mind.”

3 SINFUL HOURS LATER: THE SYNOPSIS

Looking over the balcony I saw her sleeping and I felt cheap! She even had a smile on her face as she slept. I couldn’t help but feel used. All I could remember was the snap of her fingers telling me how quickly she could have me. In my defense, I know I thought about it and wanted it, but it was because she snapped those fingers, yeah? I mean, I wanted to know if she was serious, yeah? I didn’t know she was, did I? Still, I am not proud of the experience! I need therapy! I’ve been used!